"Make a deal."

The ghost Buddha statue spoke, with a solemn and evil voice, looking down at the intrudering boy from a high place.

It recognizes the texture of the six waning moon, but it seems to be careless.

Xia Ji didn't speak. He came here just to explore, to figure out what the House has been doing for a long time, and to see if he could gain something.

But the ghost Buddha statue ignored him and continued to make a tough voice.

The sound echoed in the terrifying Main Hall.

"Would you like to leave this place with your favorite thing in the future?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "What does it mean?"

"I know you have its recognition that you can live in our world, but this is my world. Although you don't have to die, if I don't let you go, you can't go.

If you want to leave, trade your favorite things in the future for freedom.”

Xia Ji was not panicked: "What are you?"

"A thought becomes a Buddha, a thought becomes a demon. I am the past Buddha, the present demon, the yin and yang here are reversed, and the luck is reversed. The taste on your body is very strange. If it weren't for this taste, even if you have its approval, I would have eaten you."

The statue of the ghost Buddha is high above, full of superiority, and has an awesome attitude.

It is no wonder that it was a Buddha condensed by the faith of monks in the past. Now, after the entire temple was sacrificed, the demons grown on the Buddha land have made it a reality, making it the land emperor of this land.

What's more, the existence of the underworld is not the same as the owner of the six waning moon texture.

Xia Ji suddenly understood a little.

Miyajiu brought people over to give it enough food.

So Xia Ji asked directly: "Do you know Gong Jiu? He is a human who looks very similar to me."

The Buddha statue stared at the young man standing with a knife on his back in the temple.

Outside the house, the wind and snow were howling.

"What do you have to pay to get the answer? I have given you one for free, which is a great honor. Do you actually want to get the second answer greedily?

So, would you like to exchange your favorite thing at the moment for this answer?"

Xia Ji was stunned.

He himself didn't know what his favorite thing was at this moment.

However, he shook his head apart and spit out a cold word: "No."

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."

The gloomy Main Hall heard a terrifying laughter.

"What an abominable little guy..."

"Do you know I'm much stronger than you..."

"How dare you reject me?"

"How dare you not beg for mercy? Hehehehehe..."

immediately.

The Buddha statue melted, and the golden soup rolled, and the harsh sounds resounded throughout the hall.

It was like exploded gold juice or melted golden beast, instantly wrapped in a layer of gold-plated gold.

The entrance door was also sealed.

He looked like he was determined to eat Xia Ji.

The boy had his hair shawl with his shoulders, his expression was quiet, without any sorrow or joy, and the more than 10-meter-long magic knife was still in the box.

Xia Ji stood in the center of the golden world, and the little green poisonous unicorn squatted on his shoulder, his head twirled, staring vigilantly at all directions.

The head of a ghost Buddha statue stretched out from the golden juice, and its grinning mouth was full of crimson fangs.

"I really want to eat you... Then eat one arm and one leg first. Anyway, you just need to stay alive..."

Greedy voice.

Xia Ji was still motionless. He had already felt something and smiled.

The golden juice dyed with the entire Main Hall suddenly stopped, and the head of the Buddha statue in the golden juice stopped moving.

Chichichichi...

The golden juice began to shrink in fear and form a ball.

Outside the door, there was a strange bride standing at some point.

It is the Red Hell who will always have only the back.

The strange sound suddenly disappeared. When it appeared again, her cracked hands were already pressing heavily on the head of the Buddha statue.

The body was cracked, the palms were cracked, and countless mixed sounds made cursive sounds from every corner of her body: "How dare you offend him?"

"You...you can't touch me, I'm not in the same relationship with you, you can't touch me! I haven't hurt him yet!"

The sound of the ghost Buddha statues trembled.

"How dare you offend him?"

"A mere weak existence with our breath, but humans are just humans. You can't touch me for him!"

The statue of the ghost and Buddha is trembling.

"How dare you offend him?"

"How dare you offend him?"

"How dare you offend him?"

Weird sounds followed by waves, and various angry roars roared out of every evil ghost's mouth.

From here we can see that the essence of Red Yan Luo is a concise repeater.

Click!!

The head of the Buddha statue was crushed, and the cracked body of the Red Yama instantly wrapped it in it, and then ate the Buddha statue in one bite.

Bang...

The illusion shattered.

The heavy snow was still there, and Xia Ji's eyes were filled with mummies and terrifying scenes.

Although it is horrible, it is all true.

Although Red Yan Luo is the horror of others, he is inexplicably caring to himself.

"Why are you here?"

Xia Ji asked in the consciousness group.

He didn't want to speak, otherwise the way Hong Yanluo's whole body would crack and answer questions would scare people crazy. Although Xia Ji would not be afraid to that extent, he would try to avoid it if he could not do so.

"Hungry. Worry about you. You're too weak."

He answered three reasons concisely, the third one is a supplement to the second one.

Xia Ji replied: "Thank you."

It is really not easy for a great curse to say the two words of worry about humanity.

Hong Yanluo said it right. He was indeed too weak. He was so weak that he was almost powerless to face this resentment.

But...

How many humans can resist?

Except for Tongxuan who can kill ordinary little evil ghosts, the True Yuan Realm, and even Tianyuan are probably all dishes. No matter how many people come, they cannot fill the gap.

After thinking about it, Xia Ji asked, "Can you give me the remains of this Buddha statue?"

"Hmm? Can you eat it?"

"Do you give it?"

"Give."

Xia Ji didn't know if this method could be exchanged for true qi.

But you have to give it a try?

He reached out and touched the remains of the ghost Buddha statue, as if his body was still warm.

Silently recite: "Exchange this for internal strength."

After saying that, he developed a faint expectation.

He did not wait too long, and the response came soon: "It can be exchanged for 2 Jiazi internal strength."

“Confirm redemption.”
To be continued...